“There was a little mix up with some eggs on that other planet. Might have upset some of the locals, and they may or may not have banished cupids from their planet for the next fifty years. But that’s not the point. I’m back. We can pick up where we left off. I thought we could even be cupid partners. Can youpicture it now? We would be the “it” couple of Cupidale, setting up so many matches, they would have to make a whole new award in our honor. Plus, Love is with a reaper, so she’d never be able to compete.”
I stare at the stupid male before me and he leans down and plants a kiss on my lips.
I shove him off quickly and wipe my mouth.
“What the fuck?”
He looks completely confused as he shakes his head. “Juliet, honeybun, what’s this about? I know I left Cupidale, but I’m back now.”
I shove his chest again and scowl at him. Who does this arrogant cupid think he is?
“I don’t care that you’re back. I wouldn’t be with you if you were the last person in the veil. I’m seeing someone else.”
Eros rolls his eyes. “Please tell me it’s not Rome in finance. That dude is a total bore.”
“It’s not, and it’s none of your business. We broke up, we were barely even a couple. I want nothing to do with you.”
Eros swallows thickly and looks me up and down. “I didn’t want to have to do this,” he says, pulling out a bright red, glowing arrow.
“What’s that?”
“Just relax,” he says as he pulls out his bow and lines up his arrow. Except, it’s not directed at any of the humans in the room. It’s pointed right at my chest.
My reaction time is slow, but luckily I move out of the way, just not fast enough as the arrow rips through my left wing, making me scream out in pain.
I collapse to my knees and look up at Eros, who has wide eyes as he looks behind me. Whatever’s there startles him enough that he quickly pops out of existence.
“Oh fuck. What did he do to you?” Love asks as she kneels next to me. Death is with her and uses his shadows to protect us.
“It was a bright red arrow; it hit my wing.”
“That piece of shit,” Love says, her hands rearranging the pink feathers back to normal.
“He’s not a piece of shit, he’s lovely,” I say, and Love breathes through her nose and looks up.
“He hit you with an arrow that can be used on beings within the veil. They’re illegal.”
“He wouldn’t do that. You’re being a silly goose,” I tell Love and bop her nose.
“Mors is going to be pissed,” Death grumbles behind me.
“Not true. She only liked me because of luck. Same with my matchmaking skills. But I guess I still have some luck. I do have Eros,” I say dreamily.
“This is so disgusting. I might throw up,” Love says.
“That’s not very cupidly of you, Love. Where did Eros go? He’s so charming.”
“No, he’s a psychopath. And what are you talking about?”
“Lady Luck. She gave me a shamrock, and Mors’ demon cat ruined it.”
Love’s cheeks flame deep pink and Death furrows his brows down at the both of them.
“What is she talking about?”
“Uh… yeah, well…. see.”
“It’s okay, Love. I have Eros, my luck is turning around.” I say with a smile.
